Taekook: Cursed Omega First Wolf!

First Wolf!

The world of werewolves was weird and unlike how the stories were told.. what we have been listening since centuries, really never shed a real limelight.. to how did it all began.. the moon, the moon goddess, the mates, the bonds, the packs, they all had a significant meaning and a tale to tell.. but with time, their tales, have been modified like a new wind and spread like a fairy tale where a land of part human and part wolves live and mate and flourish.. with time the interpretations changed until the real story was never known..but that’s not how it began.. there has to be a source, how should one define one’s existence if there is no background or a real story.. nothing comes out like a poof, and yet everything that we all know is a mild fraction of the real truth.. the world of werewolves has a tale of sadness, a loyalty, a promise, embrace of love and so much more

They did praise the moon, but why did they do that? Was moon a real being like one of them or did moon the planet really did appear before them to cast their love on these creatures.. well, it’s a mystery to everyone who isn’t a werewolf.. but these werewolves they know the real story, they know the depth of heartbreak above love, the deep sacrifice and the great passion of love itself.. they know the pull and push of the true existence and their battle with desires..

The tale of moon, the one who werewolves worship oh so blindly and passionately, has one of the most heartbreaking story.. and no, the moon a planet didn’t just favoured these creatures.. the truth was far from it

The tale begins.. centuries and centuries ago.. a young boy, called as moon, born of humans, was roaming in the deep dangers of forest at past twilight

The boy turned 18 just that day, but his birthday wasn’t really going as memorable as it should.. the boy was suffering from a disease which had no cure, at least not at that time.. he barely had years left for himself.. he couldn’t even bring a smile on his face for witnessing another year of his life, because that simply meant, a year has lessen in his existence.. it saddened him and the darkness looked like a great comforter for his heart to cry.. so he roamed, just like a little lost baby.. the forest, deep, giant and bountiful, engulfed the boy from limp by limp to the point even his shadows were not visible

But the boy wasn’t aware that the night he chose to cry his agony away, and hide his pathetic sickness was also the night of blood moon.. he was just a baby, the tales never intrigued him but he have heard them like a myth.. that wolves liked the red shade of the moon and one must never wander in these nights as that will be a matter of life and death.. the boy was dying already, either in this night or a later one so he felt more courageous than scared

He walked into the forest, like a new born baby, wandering and learning about their existence.. at one point he reached in a meadow near a river.. his feet halted when he saw a black wolf, laid near the river beds lifeless.. it alarmed him, and instead of running away his heart took him to the creature.. a normal looking black wolf, an animal, was taking its last breath, his body looked paralysed as blood oozed out of its stomach nonstop

Their eyes met, the deep red hues of the wolf locked with the sweet baby blue of the boy.. they were unwavering, the wolf was taking its last breath while looking at the boy who probably would be the last human it would ever see.. but there was something in the eyes that made the boy weak and sad.. he looked at the blood moon, that was shining upon them as if casting a rose flower bed for both of them to die.. and that’s when the boy did the unthinkable.. he looked up, closed his eyes, joined his hands, and prayed to anyone who was supreme, who was powerful, who was the moderator of life and death..

And he spoke.. the most selfless words which melted the supreme above’s heart..

“I am dying soon, this wolf is taking its last breath.. please, help me save him.. even if that’s my last breath”.. “let me carry its soul, let me bear his life so that it can live with me”

And it happened, as if it was on the cue to take shape.. deep red fogs, hiding them like a blanket, lifting them in the air, uniting their souls.. the boy, a mere human, became the house of that dying wolf.. after few minutes, the boy landed on the green pastures, his soul suddenly heavy and great, but the body of the wolf had no live.. it saddened the boy’s heart, thinking that he couldn’t save it.. but a whisper in his ear, of gratitude by the wolf was heard.. and that’s how the first alpha was born

The alpha married a women when he grew up.. she gave birth, a part human and part wolf.. and that’s how they magnified, they multiplied..

They understand a lot about themselves with time.. for instance the first alpha felt the need to marry a certain woman, who was indeed a human, but he remembered his wolf calling her as mate.. and as their children grew up, from within, they were mating because their wolves would identify them as mates.. they also realised, a very different kind of strength, divided amongst them.. so they named their ranks and abilities which were showcased through their eyes.. alpha, delta, beta, omega..

They realised that when two alphas are mates, a pure blood with golden eyes is born.. they also realised, the omegas are the only to give birth.. and when two omegas mate, that’s when a pure blood omega is born.. the deltas and betas were seen as warriors and without the ability to bear offsprings but great strength than omegas..

The alphas had the greatest strength of them all.. the omegas were the weakest among them all.. so they named the normal ones as alphas with burgundy eyes born of alpha-omega, beta-omega, delta-omega.. while the normal weakest ones were named as omegas born of somewhat similar mate matches and so on..but for pure blood and true blood, the law of the werewolves have even modified and bowed against their own rules

But that’s not why they praised the moon.. and no, the moon aka planet, wasn’t the one whom they worshipped

It was a true blood

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